Meeting Tang San

a couple of months have passed since I have started to train in the woods. my training mainly focused on conditioning and flexibility since the younger a body is the more flexible it is. if you don't train properly to keep that flexibility then you will have a hard time trying to regain it when you are older. even if you try to regain it when your older if you don't use some extreme methods like those invented by orochimaru to compliment his fighting style then you will never be as flexible as you could have been. this of course does not take into account the flexibility that could be gained through the use of a soul ring ability but who would want to wast a ring slot for something that could be accomplished with the right training. people who rely on ring slots for gained flexibility use up spirit energy every time they use it and thus have to limit its usage and can't incorporate into their fighting style as well as I will be able to with my training. I mainly focuse my attention on orochimarus training for this month because amongst all of my predecessors he was the most flexible.

one day while I focused on conditioning my body in the woods near the village, I noticed a little kid training up on basic conditioning not far from my training sight. he was training his flexibility as well. he wasn't going to the extreme like I was due to orochimarus strict training manual but one could tell at a glance that he was building up just enough flexibility to help him make agile movements when confronted with tight situations. if I remember correctly from the original series he was mainly focused on internal strength, movement techniques, and dexterity for the use of his hidden weapons. he had the perfect build for a somewhat competent assassin. obviously not as good as my build because i am perfection personified. i said with a smug cough cough I mean confident expression on my face.

once i finished up for the day i made my way over to him because he was the only other child in this village with a somewhat passible intelligence level which was still nothing when compared to my intelectual capabilities.

i took one step then another not making a sound as i use my ninja training to muffle the sound of my approach. in order not to get Stabbed by some sort of hidden weapon on account that tang san could perceive me as a threat to be eliminated in this rural area. wow that was a depressing thought. I rustled some bushes as a signal that someone was approaching him. he slowly turned his head in my direction and proceeded to blush at my obvious beauty.

he took a moment to wipe some of that sweat off his face before starting off the conversation.

"hello im tang san, tang wu's son" he said in such a formal tone that i could literally see the conditioning done to his maners from the tang sect of his previous life. the fact that he did not know his father's real name came as no surprise to me since I already knew about his moms death and tang haos position when it comes to spirit hall.

with a soft gentle voice as if a nice summer breeze took pity upon the world and granted them the beauty of a soothing melody. I opened my mouth to bestow upon the world my precious voice.

"hello my name is jin sungwoo"

I gently used my delicate jade finger to brush back a strand of my hair to draw attention to its magnificence. it was like a picture straight out of heaven. well at least in my opinion. considering the slight blush present on tang sans Visage I would like to believe he agreed with me.

he had asked what I was doing out here and I answered that I was training.

" if you were training how come you aren't sweating"

he asked me as if this personification of beauty would comit such a disgusting act as sweating.

" I don't sweat because I told my body that sweating was gross so it had to obviously not sweat"

he looked at me with such a deadpan face that I was momentarily startled. where did the look of admiration go. no turn back and shower me with praise. he just looked at me like I was an idiot. I took offense to that and humphed ready to leave.

" Even though she's pretty she isn't quite smart now is she sigh why do pretty people often have no brain to go along with their beauty"

I could feel someone talking bad about me so I looked around but all I found was tang san with an innocent smile on his face.

and thus another couple of months went by before I was three and was finally able to get started on my taijutsu practice now that my bodies basic conditioning was at an appropriate level to deal with some of the intense training I would have to go through. I started off with the gentle fist routine for a couple of months before moving on to orochimarus snake form taijutsu followed by itachi then came yoruichis and byakuyas hakuda training. and thus for the next 3 years I worked diligently to build my body up to the standard that all the fighting experiences left to me by my predecessors would be put to good use. i would come across tang san every now and then during my training and started off a tentative friendship based on the fact that i was the only other child not participating in the disgusting act of playing in the mud or picking my nose or something equally not fit for nobility which i obviously was if you looked at my angelic face. i did take notice of tang san sighing an unhealthy amount of times whenever we are together before giving me one of those indulgent looks an adult would often gift a child. it puzzled me because i dont remember him being this tired in the novel. the idea that he could have been exasperated by my narcissistic tendencies never even crossed my mind.

thus the years went on with me constantly tearing and rebuilding muscle fibers in an attempt to gain a compact agile lithe frame to accompany my fighting style. a year before I turned six i finally started my kenjutsu training mainly following byakuyas teaching to build up my foundation for the elegant sword fighting I would partake in once I gain my asauchi. the years went on and before I knew it it was already the day before our spirit awakening.